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Welcome to Wade's World where Jeremy and Amy are just the parents, Macy is the B-A-D dog, and our two boys, Jackson and Anderson are the real stars of the show!

We are Christian conservatives who love Jesus, our families, and each other. We live somewhere in the South where we love grits, say "y'all," and know that you never, ever wear white shoes before Easter or after Labor Day no matter what Stacy London and Clinton Kelly say.

Stay tuned for what inevitably lies ahead as Amy blogs about life in Wade's World.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Well, apparently there is more interest in our house that from just that buyer. We have a mouse that has taken up residence in our home. Considering that we live very close to some woods I'm surprised that it hasn't happened before now.

It all started on Monday morning when Jeremy was heading into the kitchen. I happened to be right behind him to ask him a question when all of a sudden he jumped about a foot off the ground.

Our little visitor had run out from under the refrigerator right across his foot and into the laundry room.

Had it been me, Jeremy would have been announcing my funeral plans right now.

So Jeremy put out some of those little glue traps around the fridge and in the laundry room.

For the record, and so PETA and ASPCA don’t come chasing me down, I hate traps. I hate the thought of a mouse trap and I hate the idea of a glue trap. Both seem very painful, and either way it doesn’t fare so well for the mouse.

But having a mouse in my house doesn’t fare so well for me.

So we put the traps out and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And nothing happened.

Then late Tuesday night Jeremy and I walked by the laundry room and caught a whiff of something really bad. We both thought that our little visitor had met his demise and had died in our laundry room. So Jeremy and I proceeded to move stuff out of the way, and I laid down on my stomach with a flashlight while Jeremy tilted the washer and dryer up so I could look underneath them and see if we had found our mouse.

I learned two things from this little experience: First of all, our dog Macy sheds a lot. I could have made a fur coat out of the hair underneath the washer and dryer.

Second of all, it’s extremely hilarious to tickle the back of Jeremy’s leg when he’s on a mouse expedition.

At least it was funny to me.

Jeremy wasn’t laughing.

So after checking out underneath the washer and dryer, we came up empty handed, but we could still smell something really bad. Then my eyes glanced in the direction of a bag of Wal-Mart bags. We always collect them and take them to Jackson’s preschool. I noticed that one of the bags looked kind of yellowed, so I held it out to Jeremy and asked him to check it out.

I may or may not have asked him to sniff the bags.

And Jeremy may or may not have sniffed the bags.

Let the record show that if someone asks you to sniff something, it’s probably not a good idea to do it.

After Jeremy went running from the kitchen dry heaving, it occurred to me that it looked kinda like milk that had spilled into the bag.

We haven’t seen or heard from our mouse friend since then.

And apparently the smell of spoiled milk works better than a mouse trap any day.

Too funny. Try peppermint oil around your house, outside. As if you were tracing the outline of your house. It works great and keeps them away for a while. Plus it isn't harmful to kids, or pets. The pest control told us to do that when we moved into a house that was bad with mice.

I believe that is the second time a mouse has come across Jeremy's foot. Didn't that happen in the upstairs bathroom at mom and dad's once to him? If so, his luck is not too great! One mouse that close to me would have had me pushing up daisies!

Don't let Jackson find those sticky traps..our small group has an infamous story about one of the little boys (around Jackson's age) coming downstairs (that was supposed to be asleep - we put all our kids to sleep at the house we meet at while having small group), in only his underwear, with his hands stuck together, only to announce to all of us, "I pooped."

Turns out he'd found one, played with it, covered his hands in sticky sticky glue, then tried to rub them on the freshly painted walls and brand new curtains to get the glue off (which didn't work, but DID ruin the walls and curtain). THEN he had the urge to poop. But he was stuck together and couldn't get his undies down.

So, he came downstairs, poop in drawers and hands stuck together, and explained it all with, "I pooped."